Well Fare

Lyrics

[Intro] W.E.L.O.V.E. (108) FM [Hook: Blu] Uh, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs [Verse 1: Thurz] A little sugar and cinnamon, your panties what I'm swimming in Wetness around my peninsula, her and her woman friend Captain, navigate like Morgan 'til the morning And the Henny was empty, spiced rum made me sin again It's fun and games 'til feelings get involved And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves Until she falls out of position with all the bitches Knowing I'm a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin Her ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn't want to stick it in? She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timberland Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain Fucked up my steez, a side piece tryna be my main thang Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane I'm glad I came (but not in ya) I have the wants of a sinner But for your needs, I'm an Indian giver [Interlude: Woman] You got some motherfuckin nerve Not answering the godddamn phone I've been calling you all day I know you getting my messages [Hook: Blu] Uh, yo, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs [Verse 2: Blu] Uh, either she love me or she hate me, either way she crazy Rumor had it, the chick had to pay me just to date me She kept me on repeat but, she could never play me Thinking just because I beat I'ma give your ass a baby? Baby listen, takes one in a million to be my lady Let alone what I put in a song could never make me Put the smash on your mash potatoes, it's all gravy Tell a nigga like a bitch with clippers, you can't fade me Hit the barber for the taper, 'fore I call Tracy Now my ex wanna trace my steps like Dick Tracy Chill on the pills love, you think I'm dicking Tracy? She sounded out that M and M, Slim Shady Bitch you been broke, I get paid for days that I been poor Ask bails and cats outta jail, what you been for? Even though I'm pimping, you won't find me with no bimbo Plus you know I can't hear your ass once I close that Benz door So, I'm, yeah [Interlude: Woman] I hope you catch something running around with these bitches You better call me back, I swear to God! [Hook: Blu] Uh, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] She stuck in that material complex Reaching all in my pockets, shawty making my arms stretch Like I be hearing you rapping bout that already on shit And I don't know where you headed or where your mind be going Word, bands'll make her dance, but make her submit a plan Mama was drinking white, I was off that tan She like "I know you 19, on your grown man" Paid the rent for my momma, let her hold bands Niggas is just fans, girl you should fuck with me Long as you comfort me, we can live comfortably I shop at Louis V, quite occasionally Custom Damier wallet and it say CV I'm on that fly shit, my car ride quick I spit that shit that boost a young nigga confidence Just ride with me, die with me, don't be talking shit Yeah, and it's all legit [Interlude: Woman] Always and forever, always and forever You was talking that bullshit, nigga, you are not Luther, nigga Cause you can't even call me back, call me back [Hook: Blu] Yo, this is what happen when the planet gets to rapping And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs [Outro: Woman & Blu] We was supposed to go out yesterday You didn't even call me back (Needs, needs) You supposed to come over today, so (Needs, needs) Are you coming over tonight?